» Girl in the garden

She in the flowers, I’ll wait for hours,
Just to steal a single gaze.
Food on the table, nobody’s able,
To revive their hunger today.
Bark from the neighbour, do me a favour,
And quiet that dog down.
The old sink is leaking, my bed is creaking;
My world is full of these sounds.

Like hearing you come and go, walking the path I watch from my window.

I’ll wait for the girl in the garden,
Pull me down by my blue jeans,
I’ll be there I know, but I know in my mind,
That there ain’t no guarantees, no guarantees.

That voice it lacks truth, the tree and its dead roots,
The concrete fights with the grass.
The thorn cuts the finger, thoughts they linger,
But like dreams they never last.

No they vanish in to the air, while you weave the weeds with your long dark hair.

I’ll wait for the girl in the garden,
Pull me down by my blue jeans,
I’ll be there I know, but I know in my mind,
That there ain’t no guarantees, no guarantees.
Cold in the winter, the old man grows thinner,
As he tends tired, broken leaves.
The ice in the water, the stone getting warmer,
As the statue secretly grieves.

Grieves for a time that’s long since past, looking for you in long tall summer grass.

I’ll wait for the girl in the garden,
Pull me down by my blue jeans,
I’ll be there I know, but I know in my mind,
That there ain’t no guarantees, no guarantees.

Oh the waiting it gets harder,
Take me down to those old trees,
She’ll be there I know, but I know in my mind,
That there ain’t no guarantees, no guarantees.